Welcome to my blog. You never really know what to expect to find here. Some days, I might think I'm funny. Other days, I'm a little more serious. Sometimes, I'm just sharing a friend with you. Stick around and see what comes up next.

Jun 30, 2014

As an online web-writer, it's hard
enough to make a living. So, in the event one of the sites you write
for goes belly-up, make sure you're keeping yourself spread around
and not just getting screwed over by just one site.

I
recommend variety. Each site has its own style of not paying. And, it
keeps things interesting. You might find it best to write for one
site which seems to hold their religious/political beliefs against
you, while another site has a staff of functionally-illiterate
editors preventing you from being published.

(Extra points if
they behave like it's all worked out between you two and they chortle
along about how much they care about you on Facebook and publicly – just to be extra cruel.
The extra points are theirs by the way. You get nothing. To hell with
you. Fuck you, in fact.)

But that's not enough variety, I say. To keep yourself
jumping and collecting cans – perhaps even getting to the point a
“Will work for food” franchise starts sounding like a raise, you
need a site with vague, arbitrary rules and an unidentifiable staff
telling you “as long as yous don't break rule, you gets pays.”

Remember, you need multiple reasons why you can't send
in child support or support your own smoking habit, as some way to numb the pain. This way the
ambivalence and frustration makes death seem like the only relief.
Then, admin can profit from your work long after you're dead, since,
while you're alive, mere lack and want isn't enough satisfaction for
the ranchers controlling the cattle.

Jun 25, 2014

COMMENTARY | So, it's finally coming out. Enough people have had their
lives ruined over saying something “bad” - while others are given a pass
for the same thing - is something even the Hollywood insiders can no
longer deny. The double standards held over any non-Jew are now so
pervasive they can only be called what they are – racism.

Gary Oldman is quoted in the following Variety piece “Well, if I called Nancy Pelosi a c*** — and I’ll go one better, a
f****** useless c*** — I can’t really say that. But Bill Maher and Jon
Stewart can, and nobody’s going to stop them from working because of it.
Bill Maher could call someone a fag and get away with it. He said to
Seth MacFarlane this year, ‘I thought you were going to do the Oscars
again. Instead they got a lesbian.’ He can say something like that. Is
that more or less offensive than Alec Baldwin saying to someone in the
street, ‘You fag’? I don’t get it.”

I actually have the answer to what some consider a “great mystery.” You
ready?

Racism is rife in the entertainment industry. Not, racism dividing the
black and white people (which isn't nearly as common as some would have
you believe anyway) or between the Latino and the non-Latino. We're also
not talking about a division between Asian cultures and any other. It's suppression of all things Gentile.

If you're a Gentile in Hollywood, television, music or even within the
writer's world of the Internet, you're nothing. I'm not saying a few
Jews have a hatred for all Gentiles. I'm saying the culture of hatred
for Gentiles is pervasive and a fundamental part of the
religion/personality.. Even worse, the hatred for anyone who will point
it out to his fellow befuddled, scared, hypnotized Human beings is all
the much more worse.

When Mel Gibson got drunk and griped about the Jews being behind all
wars, he wasn't far off at all. But, the criminals behind all of this
really hate being exposed.

While there might be some Jews who have come to realize the Talmud is a
pile of crap and their “god” is nothing more than a malicious,
anti-humanity thought-form, designed to strike fear into the hearts of
(and shred the lives of) anyone not bowing before Jerkhova, the history –
the culture itself – is one which claims the Jews are “God's Elect”
(which means anyone else is lesser, by deduction) and which
claims...here...see for yourself what Rabbi Ovadia Yosef himself said in 2010. (To the ADL's credit, the comment from Rabbi Ovadia Yosef has been
criticized as hate speech. So, at least they're paying lip service to
reason)

Also in the Babylonian Talmud, Tractate Sanhedrin, Folio 57a, shows us
the innate double-standard towards the treatment of Gentiles in regards
to robbery and murder. Simply put, if an Israelite a Gentile, the
robbery can be kept. If an Israelite murders a Gentile, there is no
murder.

The concept isn't limited to the Talmud, either. In Joshua (9:27), we
read ” That day, Joshua made the Gibeonites woodcutters and water
carriers for the community and for the altar of the Lord at the Place
the Lord would choose. And that is what they are to this days.”

The entire story of Exodus is, in fact, nothing more than the ancient
Israelites trying to claim they would destroy any Gentile tribe, not
subservient to them. (Although archaeology teaches us the Israelites did
not conquer the Canaanites but rather, descended from them, so it's all
really just a false history, serving the purposes of propaganda only.)

Go through it for yourself. Read these stories with your own eyeballs
and without ANY preacher trying to confuse your understanding. Let the
words interpret themselves.

The concept of Gentiles being only a sub-human is well established in
Orthodox Judaism and I don't care if we're told differently. I see
actions, not words.

I'm well aware what I'm saying here will not be “popular.” I've been
here before, so, I'm fine. But it must be pointed out, this
double-standard is bullshit. If Jews are no worse for simply being Jews
(And nobody has a say in their ancestors) then, isn't it about time
those with the “God's Elect” mentality face some re-education of their
own too?

When celebrities have been “shamed” for spitting the truth into the
faces of our “benevolent overlords,” they saw how much money they stood
to lose. They saw their nice houses going away. They probably even
imagined losing touch with their families for being truthful. Unlike
celebrities, though, I have nothing left to lose. So, don't expect any
apologies from me or statements of regret. That kind of garbage is for
liars and cowards.And, I'm not your goyim.

Jun 17, 2014

I've meant to re-tell the story of my childhood friend, Bo, for some
time now, because I want to pay tribute to a truly good, loyal friend
who once saved my life when I was just a little boy. The original
telling was my very first piece I ever published on another site and,
since I refused to sit idly by and watch those editors and admin treat
myself and others abusively, they removed all of my content as
punishment for daring to speak up to their multiple, persistant,
repetitive abuses.

To be honest, though, they removed me only after an angry, drunken rant in their forums, so, I kind of understand.

I
believe I can re-tell it even better now and maybe with less
typographical errors this time around, so it all works out, as is often
the case. If I get to sounding child-like in this, please understand,
when you remember something happening to you as a child, every time you
remember it, you remember it as a child again.

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There
I was in the small town of Borger, Texas. I don't know if I was eight
or nine exactly. I just remember I was very young, very alone and very
bored on this particular Sunday. This was back before the days of video
games or the Internet, when most kids, with no money, had little more to
play with beyond sticks, mud, our own creativity and something we old
folks call “outside.”

Wanting something to do to burn up what I
now know to be the energy of youth, I decided to go for a walk down to
one of the local banks. Although it was a Sunday this particular bank
had offices on the second-floor and were accessible for the general
public. (Back then, nearly all businesses closed on Sundays and –
believe it or not – not all doors were locked.)

We kids would go
to this one, particular bank, step in the elevator for a ride to the
second floor but, on the way, stop the elevator, open the inner-doors
and graffiti the wall now exposed. This graffiti wasn't mere graffiti.
It was our version of a bulletin board of a sort. Yes, we were all this
easily-amused, back then. This time, I was going there alone.

As I
made my mind up and started to leave, my dog, Bo, began to follow in
his ever-loyal way. For some reason – which I no longer recall – I told
him to stay. Maybe I didn't want to be “bothered” by him and being
responsible for him and all that, so the words came out, “Sit, boy.
Stay,” in my firmest, little-kid voice.

Obedient, he sat. He stayed, or so I thought - but we're getting to that point. Bear with me here, folks.

Crossing
the street, I went through the old school gymnasium parking lot (It's
no longer there or my childhood home) and then West onto Seventh Street I
went. One-half block later I turned South into an alley between
Hedgecoke and Deahl Streets.

I hadn't made it a half-block when
it happened. I was frozen-in-fear at the sight of a very large, very
vicious, very unchained and very fast-moving dog. He wasn't looking for a
petting or an ear-rubbing (which I would've gladly given). He acted
more like he was looking for a meal. He had a loud, intensely-scary bark
and was, without a doubt, intent on hurting me in ways my young mind
was unfamiliar with up until this point in my life.

Any sense of
embarrassment over pissing myself in public was a moot point. I knew,
in a crystal-clear manner, I was dead. There was no stopping it. If I
remember correctly, I was muttering something like
“Oh...god...please..no...please...no,” although I can't really say if
any sound made it out of my mouth. It's the kind of very real, deep,
overpowering fear no kid – and even very few adults – should ever
experience.

When you truly believe are facing death, it's not
really so much your “whole life flashing before your eyes.” This is a
myth. It's really more of thinking about everyone you love. I distinctly
remember hoping my mom wouldn't be sad for too long. All in a flash of
time, I was actually just as ready as I was scared.

Just as I was
steeling my young mind for what I hoped wouldn't be too long or too
painful, BAM! A fur-covered, ball of muscle and fierce loyalty lit into
the attacker with a fierceness I can't say I've ever seen since this
day. He brought more to the aggressor, at less than a fourth of his
size, than the bigger dog could handle.

Here's the part of the
story which has most who've known me for a while, convinced I'm insane.
(And it's okay if others laugh at me for this. I actually feel some pity
for those who've never had these kinds of experiences, so laugh away.)
As I stood there, watching this, I swear I “heard” my friend Bo tell me
“Run, boy”

No need to tell me twice. This entire event had been,
at most, a minute. It felt like forever, though, as it was happening.
Another sort of relativity? Maybe. But this no time to digress.

By
the time I made it home and realized I was finally safe, I suddenly
became aware I'd left my dog behind. Being scared for the little guy, I
decided to go back for him, to do...something. I didn't know what – but,
something.

No need though, Bo came right along as soon as I
turned around. Prancing – I'd have to say he looked proud – he came
back, the victorious protector. Was I ever gld to see him, too! To say
it was just a “bonding moment” is an understatement. Anyone who's ever
been in a similar situation knows what I mean.

While I don't
remember the following events from this day – It was approximately
three-and-a-half decades ago and the rest of this day was not seared
into my memory from the adrenaline after all – I remember being closer
to Bo from then on than I usually am to most other people.

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As
I mentioned in the introduction, perhaps it is for the best to have
lost over a thousand crappy articles and six years of work when I was
booted from the other site-which-really-is-to-not-be-named. Since my
first telling of this story, I've remembered how I did, in fact, get
something of a chance to repay my best friend. I don't know if I
remembered this part of the story at the time of my first telling.

Some
months later, I, my brothers and a few other neighborhood
hooligans-in-training were admiring a local “tough” and his new
motorcycle, as he showed off in the gymnasium parking lot. Somehow,
during all this fun, Mr. Motorcycle ran Bo over.

Bo's injury
wasn't fatal, fortunately. But all of the skin on one of his back legs
was peeled off pretty much completely. The exposed muscle looked
gruesome. As a testament to the innate toughness of dogs-in-general, I
think as bad of an injury, proportionately-speaking, would've likely
caused any man twice my size now to pass out from shock.

None of
us knew what to do. I felt horrible, confused, sad and scared for my
friend all at once. At some point in the discussion of what we were
going to do, my brothers, their friends all decided “we” didn't know
what to do and mom already had six kids to feed, alone. No way could she
afford a vet bill, they – I mean “we” decided.

They walked away. I couldn't.

(Looking
back, it's hard to be angry at any of them for being dumb,
financially-poor kids at the time. They just didn't know animals really
feel. They knew nothing of my obligation to Bo and, this was a time when
“people” didn't understand animals were more than just “dumb animals.”
We now understand better, for the most part.)

I picked Bo up,
carefully, with no defensive reaction from him. Then, I walked, carrying
him, to the only veterinarian I knew of, all the way across town, next
to Huber Park. Any readers curious enough, can look up Borger, Texas and
look for the distance from approximately 700 Hedgecoke Street to Huber
Park to get the general idea of how far I carried my friend. I still
wasn't over ten-years-old, had no money but, no way was I going to just
do nothing for my friend.

(Come to think of it, I believe it was
his right-rear leg, from the memory of how I had to carry him, careful
not to touch his injury. And, he was calm the entire walk. Perhaps it
was some form of shock – but he was calm the whole way.)

The
veterinarian heard my plea for help, saw my tears and bandaged Bo up in a
flash. I said I'd be glad to pay it off if he could mail me the bill,
since I had not a cent to my name. He and the receptionist smiled and
said, “Okay.” I still don't remember either of them asking so much as my
name or mailing address, though. I think they just took pity on me and
this very well-behaved dog. He was back up on all-fours in a day or two,
tops, bandages and all.

Bo is one of my favorite memories. He
was one of the best friends any lonely boy, big or small, could've ever
needed or wanted. He “ran away” when I had been sent to live in Roswell,
N.M. years later but I never forgot him. He was my dog and I was his
boy. We were more a part of each other than most people might ever
understand. As odd as it might sound to some others, I still miss him.

Jun 9, 2014

Well, yet another online writing site is showing
up. This newest one is named PersonaPaper. I can't help but wonder if
it's going to work this time. It seems, to me anyway, were one of
these sites operated correctly from the very get-go, someone could
make a big old steaming pile of cash. But, for some reason, it just
never seems to happen.

I mean, site admins always mean to do
things right, right? It's never “their fault,” they “meant to,”
“they were gonna.” But it just doesn't seem to happen.

So,
I thought, “Heck, I'm going to sign up for this new site, find
their flaws and rip them to shreds.” So, I signed up. Here's my
experience, so far.

The sign up process is, of course, free.
It's easy and fast, too. Okay. This is good. But, perhaps I'll see
the great, big, glaring warning sign in the next few steps. I'm
certain of it, in fact.

The next logical step is to read their
rules and see all the legalese which is really just an admin's way of
play-pretending to know what they're doing. Usually, they're
jam-packed full of jargon and terms meant to both confuse the
dog-biscuits out of members as well as make sure the only party to
benefit will be the admin, should they so choose to screw the members
over.

Hmm. There's a list of clearly-defined rules and an
easy-to-understand acceptable-use policy. But I'm not seeing one of
those “Just-as-soon-as-we-get-ours-well-then-screw-you” types of
agreements. Instead, their terms of use take only a minute or so to
read and, by golly, I understood what I was reading as well as gett
in to.

Pardon me for the little “eep” sound I just made.
This site seems so...different already.

Well now, surely,
this Personapaper must have some other flaw, right? I bet it's the
submission process is a pain-in-the-neck or takes forever. Yeah!
THAT'S GOTTA BE IT! PersonaPaper has a major weakness in their armor
and I'm going to exploit it, in order to shame them in front of
everyone on EARTH! MUUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!

Wrong! The
submission process is awesome! They have a high-quality online text
editor, which offers functions I've never had before – not all in
one place. Never before. Not like this. Oh my Guido Sarducci. (Wait
until you discover the restore cache function I think I might almost
have peed myself just a bit ooooooOOOOOOoooo)

And, once your
post is published, they do those “little things” right, too. I
remember once being “chewed out” by a site admin for sharing a
piece more than once on Google Plus and Facebook. When I replied I h d
only done it once, they replied with, “Well I don't know what's
wrong...but don't do it anymore,” or something to this effect. It
was how THEY put the site together. It wasn't me. It was them. I
suppose they just really had no clue what they were doing with their
own site.

Anyway, the folks running PersonaPaper seem to be
doing those little things right. And little things, well, they're
everything. This is only my first day on the site but, like I said, they seem really, truly different. I can
almost feel my faith in Humanity being restored as I write
this.

COMMENTARY | What a nightmare it can be growing up in
a Christian household. Most are simply tormenting the minds of little
kids by planting thoughts of burning, forever and ever, for those
arbitrarily-defined “sins” which just happen to be centered so
often on the very-normal functions of sex and healthy, rational,
logical thought.

Others are blatantly sadistic.

Take,
for example, these monsters, Johan Glenn Jorg and Kimery Lynn Jorg,
of Arizona. The Friendly Atheist tells us of the report about the
conditions these two allegedly put the older two of their adopted
children through. Tell ya what, I'm going to have to let you read it for yourselves, since I can't type in the rain.

Why
I'm truly amazed is, "Spare the rod, spoil the child," is
nowhere in the bible. The verse most of the god-damned retards try to
pretend quoting is from Proverbs 13:24 (generically from EVERY
version but here's a link for you to confirm) "He that spares his rod
hates his son. But he that loves his son chastises him early."
Here's the thing, even THAT verse doesn't say to beat them. The usage
of the word "rod" is a mis-translation. It was supposed to
be "staff" - and in the vernacular of the times was a
metaphor for authority – as in parental authority - not a stick to
hit children with.

And so few of you who call
yourselves the “good guys” falsely are willing to even try and
understand this one small point. (You REALLY need to do your own, honest reading of that book, for yourselves. Quit being so lazy.)

These god-damned retards who resort
first to hitting their children instead of teaching them anything, do
so, because a) they enjoy it and b) they are god-damned retards. Too
stupid to live, think or even interact socially, they listen to other
like-minded-sounding god-damned retards who need and deserve nothing
more than a prison term for fraud, like the author of “To Train Up
A Child,” Michael Pearl.

Too cowardly and/or lazy to
teach children, they opt for the power trip of beating someone
smaller than them, just because they're too small to fight back.
Well, guess what, jackwagons. We grow up. And, if you're lucky,
you'll end up with an angry, abrasive jerk like me – if not –
then you create another sociopath like your god-damned, retarded,
fraudulent preachers who constantly lie to you.

Fortunately,
there are some Christians who, upon realizing they're on the opposing
team to Humanity, will abandon this evil paradigm of thought, to then
lend their words and actions to the cause of helping others
escape.

Jun 8, 2014

COMMENTARY | Way back in the day, when the
world refused to accept anyone else as “God's elect” or any
claims of dominion over them, the ancient Jews invented the religion
of Christianity, in an attempt to bring all Gentiles under the
control and enslavement of their archetype, thereby usurping Human
psychic energies under the control of a select few.

As
Christianity was inflicted upon Humanity via the Inquisition,
free-thinking rebellious souls refused this template for the mindset
required for obedient slaves, so, Islam - under the just-as-mythical
Elijah Muhammed - was the next attempt at preventing humanity from
discovering their own spiritual power.

And, for quite some
time, those select few did enjoy unchallenged power over the world.
The latest monster-at-the-helm is known as Pope Francis.

Then, with the invention of the Internet, the free flow of
information began. With this knowledge – the revelation of who is
behind the world's ills - all of Humanity has been exposed to the
truth of their own enslavement. This knowledge has shaken the very
foundation of power, enjoyed for far too long by those who saw the
non-Jew as nothing more than “goyim.”

Now, those who
would bring back the Dark Ages – given the chance – are finding
themselves facing the very real threat of irrelevance. Their false
guilt has failed. Their threats of Hell as punishment for the
“disobedient” has failed. Their false claims of “love” are
exposed as nothing more than the type of love a farmer would have for
his cattle.

They are desperate. They are scared. This is
good.

According to Alarabiya News, the Vatican is hosting Islamic prayers at the Vatican, for the first time in history This author cannot help but see this as an act of desperate
solidarity against the free-thinking Human minds which will no longer
accept their own enslavement and the abuses suffered for so long. We
have had enough.

How
can any thinking Human not be thrilled by such news? It seems,
finally, we are witnessing the death-throes of an abusive, monstrous,
vicious and tyrannical reign of the very people who would destroy
evreything and everyone they can not control.

And, mark these
words down – They will not control us. We are not your cattle.

The opinions
expressed in this post are those of the author alone and do not
necessarily reflect those of any agent, employee, member or sponsors
of this website – or quite possibly anyone else, for that
matter.

Jun 3, 2014

COMMENTARY | Perhaps this could be considered evidence
little kids can't handle life on the Internet unsupervised. I've just
learned of the horrifying story of a 12-year-old girl, allegedly lead
into the woods in Waukesha, Wisconsin, by two others she believed to be her friends and
stabbed a total of 19 times.

According to KMOV, her suspected attackers, Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier are charged
as adults for charges of attempted first-degree intentional homicide
and bail has been set for each at $500,000. Of course, here in the
U.S., defendants are to be considered innocent until proven guilty
but, according to the police, the girls have spoken readily with
police.

What's most important here though is the victim is
alive after having crawled to the road and was discovered by a
bicyclist.

This case may very well demonstrate the danger of
leaving impressionable children unsupervised online. According to
police the two girls were attempting to impress an
as-yet-unidentified poster to a website called Creepypasta Wiki,
known only as “Slenderman,” who said the only way to “climb up
into his realm” was to kill somebody. The site's niche is horror
stories.

While hipsters and children everywhere might not like
the idea, I'm inclined to believe children might be no more prepared
to process an unsupervised online life than they are able to deal
with the effects of alcohol or sex at this young of an age. They're
welcome to disagree, of course but who cares? They know nothing of
life yet. For all their “great-sounding ideas and opinions”
they've not been tested by life.

Parents, monitor your
children online. They'll have time enough for multiple friends and
making their own mistakes in life. But they only get one set of
parents, if that much. Do your jobs and raise them so they survive to
adulthood, if at all possible.

Jun 1, 2014

BLASPHEMY | I awoke particularly early this morning, around 3:00 a.m. In
spite of not having gone to sleep until around midnight, I was wide
awake and not going back to sleep. Since I was visiting a friend who had
a small collection of books, it seemed the perfect companion with my
coffee would be some good reading.

Over to the bookshelf I went, I wanted to find something more than the
collection of religion-themed books. But, for some reason, I was drawn
to a generic marketing book titled “The Seed Principle.” There was no
author listed and it seemed to be another mass-produced book distributed
to keep crutch-goers paying their “tithes” obediently.

(You know, the old “send me money and Gawd's gonna bless you” tactic
used by prosperity-pimps like Joel Osteen and Creflo Dollar – not
exactly the kind of works I normally read and still, I was compelled.)

Not understanding why I was even considering reading this woo-woo, I
asked my Guides and Guardians why I was spending as much as one
irreplaceable second of my life reading this, trusting them anyway,
knowing they've never failed me before and something good was coming.

That's when it happened. Picture a block of text on the page standing
out clearer and more vivid than the rest of the page. In typical fashion
of not understanding the gist of the texts they pretended to work with,
the pretenders who put together this particular book made the error of
using a quote from the bible, seemingly, just because it contained the
word “seed” and in spite of having nothing to do with money or
prosperity in general. The quote was from The twelfth chapter of John,
verse twenty-four.

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the
ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much
fruit.” Here's the verse itself.

What a wonderful gift, this little line of text. It reveals much. I
think, if professional preachers and apologists can use the bible to
justify the scam of Christianity, it can also be used to dismantle
Christianity, thereby helping at least one more fellow slave escape,
hopefully.

Within the referenced verse, we have the words of Jesus himself making a
statement which not only seems to be a non-sequitur to the rest of John
chapter 12 but also, completely inaccurate.

When a seed is planted, the seed itself does not die. Were a seed to
die, there would be no germination. No germination – no plant.

It seems to me, were this Jesus character to be anything more than just
another man with anything more than the common knowledge of the era, he
would have known this. Personally, with the way this particular chapter
flows – as just one example – the whole story strikes me as a
reverse-engineered fiction in the first place and Jesus nothing more
than a convenient marketing device.

I find it particularly strange how the bible itself lacks any knowledge
not available to any human who paid close attention to life. No “god”
needed. This one, individual point is enough to demonstrate the bible is
not, in fact, “divinely inspired” in any way. Others may try explaining
it as "human error" or something "planted by Satan" to distract the
faithful. But, before you do, would such an explanation not further
demonstrate the bible to be as fallible as fallible can be? "Verily,
verily I tell YOU," if we cannot rely upon the words of Jesus himself to
be truthful, then WHY continue referring to this book as "infallible?
Why?

It is time we humans finally find the courage to stand up in the face of
tyrants-in-the-name-of-god once and for all, challenging its so-called
infallibility. It is anything but.

And now, I must wonder if those apologists and crusaders will try again
to demonstrate the mental acrobatics necessary to explain away this
point and continue in their suspension of disbelief - or will I more
likely see myself ignored by the devotedly self-deceptive masses, yet
again? Bring me your best. I want to understand and invite you to try.
If your god is a god and he made the human mind, then surely he would
understand why I need evidence and would make it available to people
like me.

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